the same old same old

Are words always metaphors for the real thing and does that go for the word word too?

What’s the best that words can do? Is it to point me in the right direction? What’s the worst that words can do? Is it convincing me that I’m always right?

And what’s the best that an absence of words can do? Can their absence fulfill me? Can the absence give me an experience that can’t be put into words and where I find that words are what I am and what I’m made of?

And what’s the worst that daily meditation can do? It’s the time it takes. Isn’t releasing some built up stress and making one’s life a life of constant gratitude worth the time?

How can I step out of the same old same old? Does my fear of change cripple me spiritually? Is keeping myself from regular meditation the way I safely perpetuate myself? Is determination and courage required to be truly spiritual?

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a unit of desire

Do I believe what I believe because I’m influenced by the opinions of loved ones and authority figures and even enemies? Is experience the programmer?

And I don’t know for sure why I can’t help but desire. And to possess what I desire, do I move across the face of the earth inhabiting my creator: the human animal?

Am I simply a unit of desire with a name?

 

the stars whispered

A human in the dark of night with lifted chin
shouted to the stars…
I’m in control!

And the stars whispered back…
We agree. Your being comes equipped
with a host of abilities, all built on awareness.

So now, everything is up to you.
You, the dream, are the experiment,
not your animal being.
Your animal knows best
but is at your mercy.

 

identity

It turns out everything is connected to every other thing but not me. I’m an added feature and tool not existing at birth. I’m extra, a come lately. Is the only logical and rational explanation I was created by my being to be its identity: a function which allows my creator to enter and participate in society or a tribe?

Am I not a thing but a habitual mass of interconnections in my brain which is able to reason and make choices? Am I an identity program written by nature (the extremely talented human animal) in response to reality?

 

quick and dirty

If I (the identity) am created by the human animal, is it probable that I will end at its death? Should I be grateful to the universe and to earth my home and to life and thankful of my position of occupying the captain’s chair of this my ride?

How do I give back? Commune with the (my) being? Commune with the universe? How? Both at the same time?

The sages say to find a way to become silent for a little while every day.

There are no secrets about meditation? It’s good for us regardless of our motives. It’s easy? Pretty much. There’s lots of good and free advice and instruction on the web and there are some rip offs. You don’t have to pay to get good instruction.

The quick and dirty instructions: Sit down and shut up. (A joke of course.)

Better instructions: Sitting down in a comfortable chair with both feet flat on the floor and relaxing with slow deep breaths resting one’s hands in one’s lap and begin by repeating a mantra. “Om” is the classical mantra. One repeats the mantra when the vibration of the letter “m” finally dies down. The mantra can be pronounced out loud or pronounced only in the mind.

Most importantly, one’s meditation will be interrupted again and again by trains of thought. When this happens, know that this is normal, and treat it as an opportunity to get back to the mantra by dismissing it with a humorous comment like “Ah hah, there I go again.”

Once or twice a day is good. Once for about 30 minutes and if twice a day, meditate for about 20 minutes each time. Expect calmness, the lessening of stress, and a more positive outlook and you won’t be disappointed.

One last note: A regular practice is what you are after because a regular practice allows the calming effect to build over time and one becomes more mindful the longer one has had a regular practice.

 

smeared

Is it that nature is our nature and we belong to it and cannot escape it?

Are we separate or a part of nature? Our bodies are without doubt a part of nature but what about us, the identities? The complex units of brain power used to choose and respond to the world.

Can we use our bodies, our personal part of the universe, as a tool to connect with truth, everything that is and its ever-changing nature?

Is the physical world the shape of the spiritual and our bodies our supreme connection to it?

Is nature all there is? Is the whole universe nature and are we unable to sense it completely while it’s smeared with language?